The eSports King’s Crush

Caipi Novel

After clicking the crosses one by one on those messages.

Mo Bei switched his finger page to his friends list.

Her account was set long ago to refuse to add people.

Very few friends.

Some are just some great gods.

But the last task happened to be to play a competitive match with friends.

At first, Mo Bei thought of adding someone casually.

But none of them passed.

Due to time constraints, we cannot wait for the other party to pass.

Rather than looking for a needle in a haystack like this, it would be better to let his brother do it.

But after the live broadcast lesson just now.

Mo Bei paused for a moment when he clicked on his brother's profile picture.

It's easy to spot.

Moreover, her brother's account has been taken back by the club and can no longer be used.

Fans also know the account that usually does live broadcasts.

If anyone sees Mo Nan queuing with his good disciple.

It will be really dangerous then.

Thinking of this, Mo Bei pointed down with a slender finger.

Suddenly, his eyes paused.

His eyes fell on the pinkest portrait.

Mo Bei glanced sideways and sent a message: ""Xiao Nailin, are you there?

Feng Nai, who had just gone upstairs and was about to go into the bathroom to wash off his sweaty body, noticed the phone ringing in his trouser pocket and casually clicked on the screen.

The light-colored eyes paused slightly after seeing the nickname "little brother".

Forget it, it’s boring anyway.

Feng Nai's slender fingers moved back and forth, as if typing: "Brother, I'm here."

The end of the word is followed by a cute expression.

This is his brother's normal behavior when chatting.

Feng Nai looked at it and saw that it was displayed automatically, so he sent it out.

When Mo Bei saw the message displayed, it seemed as if the cute little girl appeared in front of him, and he was no longer wary: "I need you to do me a favor."

"What's the big deal, little brother, just tell me, I can help you with anything." After Feng Nai finished this sentence, he sneered, and took the time to talk to Linkengkeng in the future, asking him not to do it every time They all talk like this,

It’s very tiring to pretend.

Mo Bei's eyes fell on the reply, and he thought for a moment before saying, "I will send you a game invitation later, and you can play a competitive match with me."

"Little brother, are you going to take me flying again? I'm so happy!" Feng Nai replied absentmindedly, and had already torn open his white shirt with his other hand: "But, little brother, I have to wait for a while. I have to wash it first. Take a shower, I just went out to play and got all sweaty."

When Mo Bei heard this, he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall: "How long will it take for you to recover?"

"Twenty minutes, little brother, are you in a hurry?" Feng Nai moved his slender fingers, and his clear collarbone was exposed. He had a somewhat disheveled aura, and he looked like he was calling someone "little brother".

Mo Bei said lightly "Yeah" and said nothing more.

"Then I'll wash it quickly and try to come out early to play with my little brother." After Feng Nai finished typing this sentence, he placed the phone on the marble glazed table and his eyes dimmed slightly.

He was thinking about whether to buy a mobile phone for Linkengkeng and send it to him tomorrow.

Let him play his own account.

Now that it’s almost done testing.

There is no point in always pretending to be in a pitiful tone when talking to someone and playing games.

The people in the provincial base really thought he was playing a sweet double queue with someone.

Make up a lot of things that don't exist in my mind...